joy_of_cooking
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(I guess you also need to be into some of my sexual kinks, but hopefully that's not too much of a distraction.)
I was almost done buffing the first of her boots when she opened the bedroom door. She was in the corset again, this time worn over her latex skater dress. Opera-length gloves and smokey nylons completed the look.
Catching my eye, she twirled slowly, then dropped a deep curtsey, hands plucking at the air to mime lifting a much longer, fuller dress than she really wore.
I let out a low whistle. "Reactive desire, huh?"
She smiled ruefully. "I'm working on it."
Our sex life had gotten a lot better once we figured that out. Rachel didn't get spontaneously horny the way I did. She needed to be drawn into it. Going for a kiss or sliding my hand up her thigh just made her feel like a piece of meat (and unlike me she didn't like that).
It was why kinky stuff worked so well for us. Pouring herself into a rubber dress, leading me around on a leash, being licked through the leather of her shoe, these apparently didn't feel sexual to her, which meant she could do them without being turned on.
But boy were they sexual for me, and seeing the lust grow in my eyes fanned the flames of her own arousal. By the time she finally let me touch her, she would be more than ready to be touched.